About Me

Hello and welcome to my blog. I'm no expert on hyperlexia but I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about this disorder over the last few years. My son Will, who is now 5, has this disorder and my research has revealed so little information that I felt compelled to generate a current source for parents who are just learning about hyperlexia for the first time as well as providing a place for those with a diagnosis of hyperlexia to gather. In the months since I started this blog I have found many other moms who are also sharing their experiences. Visit the blog roll to visit their blogs and learn about their amazing stories too. Please contribute.. it's easy! Just click on the comments link at the bottom of a post and share your own experiences.
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Friday, May 15, 2009

With the arrival of warmer spring weather we're faced with the same issues we have every summer. Whereas the cold weather makes William want to do nothing but stay indoors where it's warm, the warm weather makes him want to do nothing but stay outdoors where it's lovely. I can't blame him, I rather enjoy it too. But life being what it is it's just not possible for me to spend from 4:00 to 9:00 outside watching him. I have things I need to tend to in the house. And this evening when the time came for him to come inside and have dinner he protested like he usually does.. with screaming. I got him fed and plenty to drink. I got him changed for bed and although the screaming had diminished a bit he was still obviously upset. No amount of asking what he wanted would result in a response other than screaming. Dad mentioned that he had run into a similar situation recently and had asked him to "use his words" to tell him what he wanted. William answered that he wanted the bike inside. It had been left out on the porch and he wanted it back in the house. Such an easy thing to solve.. and yet such a hard thing for him to convey. So with that suggestion I went to William tonight and asked him to use his words to tell me what he wanted. He thought for a moment and very quietly answered. He said it so quietly, so tentatively, that I couldn't quite make it out. It wasn't "bike inside".. it was short.. only one syllable. I asked him to tell me again and strained to listen. I shushed his little brother so I might have a chance at catching it.. I begged him to say it AGAIN. He did. The words he said were shocking. He said.. "I want love please." I cried as I held him as he drifted off to sleep.